The day when everything went wrong

       Did I wake up from the wrong side of the bed? Or was it the alarm clock that forgot to ring on time? Well, the alarm did go off on time but I chose to sleep a little more and my, the price I had to pay for it! It was a mad rush in the kitchen after that, with the clinging of utensils, cooker whistles, cooking and what not. Unwashed plates lay piled in the sink, washed clothes lay in the washing machine, breakfast and lunch to be prepared, kids to be fed, readied and whisked to school… 

   

    Now who is to blame when admist all the rush, the milk spills on the gas top and u burn your fingers trying to prevent it? As usual, with all these household chores almost done, there was no time for a sit down breakfast. There goes the breakfast box, lunch box and a snack box into the office bag as I dash out in a bid to be on time to work. As I stand at the bus stop, waiting for the overcrowded bus, my only prayer was, dear God! I’m so sorry I slept a little more than usual but don’t punish me like this. Or better still, the next time around (when i choose to sleep some more), would you give an extra hand or turn the clock a little backwards for me please?